life is poetry
tap. tap. tap. tap.
pen against paper.
thoughts against head.
the question swirls around
and around and around
like a beginning
with no be.
poetry, the word in my cranium.
poetry to me, the puzzle with no rules.
think. think. think.
poetry to me?
chocolate eyes stare at blue waves;
bars against white tunnels.
the white needs to be filled.
the answer to the ask?
pale face in glass.
reflection fragmented
like the soul within.
but life still lives inside.
ah.
what is life?
poetry.
i am poetry.
poet, that’s me.
pen against paper.
i write poetry because i live.
This poem is about:
Me
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